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Yumemigaoka | Pride Weekend Festival

The festival had been a staple for Yvette ever since she realized her romantic interest leaned towards others of her own gender as an early teen. At first she'd been conflicted, unsure how she'd be treated, or how her parents back in America might react. But Kenji had taught her not to shy away from it, to embrace it as a core part of herself, just as she had made being a Dreamer an important part of her life. He'd supported her fully and taken her to her first Pride Festival, and it'd become a ritual for her ever since.

This year was… different, though. Rather than helping to support her and feel like she belonged, the fact that so many other Dreamers were at the festival had her weary, and slightly on guard. This was the first time she'd gone to a festival since having fully estranged herself from the Dreamer Union. What would she say if she saw someone? How strange was it to be celebrating one side of herself, when another side which she'd centered her life around for so long was something she was trying to back away from, maybe even hide?

The fact that Ai Hoshino was going to be performing put a knot in her stomach. There was the woman she was most afraid of seeing again. She was too smart, too at ease using wits and guile, and worst of all entirely too hard to hate. And yet there she was, milling about near the concert area after having picked up some snacks and a few coupons for local shops.

Another part of her chides herself; she should have talked to her manager at Remy's and suggested opening up a booth here. It'd be good for business to attend as an openly gay employee, and she might be able to pick up a few hours of extra pay in the process. It'd definitely be worth it, even if it meant wearing the uniform. Standing 5'10" before counting her shoes and with long red hair it wasn't like she didn't stick out enough already.

That just made her sigh a little again and look nervously about herself. Anyone who recognized her would be able to pick her out from virtually anywhere in the crowd. She'd have to learn to get used to it.

There was one upside though. She could see the stage easily enough all the way from the back.

Yumemigaoka | Remy's Family Restaurant

It had been a busy day and a hectic rush at the restaurant but things were just starting to slow down. The waiters and waitresses were hurrying along taking orders and clearing tables, while a steady hum of voices could be heard as people at the various tables and booths talked to one another.

Despite seeming busy it wasn't very long before the waitress assigned to the section you were seated arrives, offering a warm and genuine smile. "Welcome to Remy's, where the comfort and satisfaction of your family is our top priority. Our specials tonight are Hamburg steak, Fightin' Fresh Fish Fingers, and as always Yumemigaoka's favorite 'home cooked' curry. I can take your order now if you're ready, or perhaps you'd like to start with a drink?"

This waitress was somewhat well known, but an oddity for those that didn't eat at Remy's often. She had bright red hair pulled into a long ponytail while she worked and towered over most of her coworkers at nearly six feet tall in her uniform standard heels. Despite clearly being a foreigner she spoke in fluent Japanese with only the faintest American accent detectable.

Dream Sphere | Fury Peak

Maybe coming here was a bad idea. The rain made the obsidian wet and hard to keep one's footing, never mind the steam that continually rose up from it. Even worse was the fact that the Torments themselves seemed particularly enraged, charging down any Dreamer they seemed to take notice of, making engaging them one or a few at a time difficult.

Still, despite the fact that the fight had been difficult the numbers were thinning, and the Hunt was coming to an end. It wasn't yet safe enough to lower your guard, but it still shouldn't be too much longer before enough Torments are taken care of to consider it a success and once more relatively safe, if still uncomfortable from the heat and humidity.

That's when what appears like a mirage is first seen, a figure of indistinct black hidden between curtains of steam. Its form is humanoid though, not like these Torments you've been fighting. At first it might look like one of the Dreamers you came with to fight, but as they get closer it becomes clear it's someone else.

A black dress. A large pointed hat. Long wavy black hair, and a Sandglass parasol that cast a deep, inky shadow over her features, with strange, jittering black irises.

She stands at the edge of a cliff, holding her parasol neatly with two hands, what rain makes it past the lacy tool dripping instead off her wide brimmed hat. Her strange gaze cast down upon you and your fight, a calm expression with a slight frown showing.

Behind her the Torment rears, a series of obsidian spikes forming along its back, shooting forward towards her as it lands. The slightest flick of her eyes to the side and she smoothly waves her parasol towards the flying rocks.

"Thou dost assail me when thou should not
From such as thee dread I shall naught."

Completing the swing of the parasol she settles it neatly once more upon her shoulder, the shards of obsidian gone, flying past her instead as a great number of black rose petals.

The Torment charges her and she holds out one leg, falling forward over the edge of the cliff. When it lands rather continuing to tumble she merely takes a second step forward, her short heels holding firmly against the vertical face of rock as the Torment sails overhead and tumbles down, crashing apart. She continues a slow, casual walk down the cliff, that strange shadow of hers cast upon its face as if the sun were low in the sky at dawn or dusk.

As she walks she continues to watch you and your own fight, eventually reaching the bottom of the cliff and stepping neatly to the ground from the cliff face, walking with equal ease over the slick, uneven and rocky ground.

"Strange Dreamer before me hence
You seem to have lost your friends.
I stand here now to test your defense.
For this attack I make no make no amends."

Somewhat battered, the Torment that's been pursuing her picks itself back up and begins charging her again. This time she holds her parasol towards it and chants.

"That which charges me with long stride
O'er here come and stand beside
I bind you now by guile and pride
My will is strong, can't be denied
Control you now feel deep inside
So fight you now will on my side."

The Torment seems to flinch, only to dig into the ground and come to a screeching halt, barely keeping from crashing into the Dreamer, who raises her parasol while releasing it with one hand to reach down and stroke the stony body of the Torment.

Then with merely a gesture she motions towards you and the Torment turns to face you, clawing at the ground before charging with all the fervor it had once been chasing her.

_{[ somebody mistook Yvette's hesitation for having a completely wrong source. ]}

Hey, kiddo. This your first one? It's okay to be nervous! Everybody's been there.

_{[ Novvy's in his sharpest, today-- which is saying something, from a man who puts whatever he can spare from more important things into keeping a neat presentation. He could pass as going to a formal party after this, in this getup; tuxedo vest, pressed collar, who the hell owns spats? -- but for the trans flag bowtie, similarly-patterned star-shaped cufflinks. ]}

Edited 2023-06-12 08:03 (UTC)

Yvette Goodwin | Original | Dreamer Stygian Witch

pride weekend prompt!

Remy's

kuja / (no longer) dreamer flarestar

no subject

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transportation trouble

transportation;

world market scuffle. This man is Not Above This

world market scuffle

world market

transportation trouble? nah, we have youtube

transportation

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technically 2 but also wildcard

2

2

pride 2: the pridening

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Dreamsphere

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